Mask

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I hate the face I see

In the mirror when I wake up.

I hate the way those lips curl

For doing something wrong.

I hate the way that body moves

Like a crippled man with crutches.

I hate the way her mind writes

Depressing thoughts everyday.

I hate the way she sings

Believing she’s a soul siren.

I hate the way she shows kindness

Because she’s always betrayed.

I hate the fact that she’s weak

Because she is unable to appreciate herself.

I hate the fact that she slouches her back

Because she feels poor in a crowd.

Mostly I hate the fact that she loves

Because she’s always in pain.

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